I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.
It's bed time here for horses
Hours on new years eve
It's bed time for son of Sam
Killing drilling willing
What a dream
But the children have all spoken
It's time to go to sleep
Flowering vines alive
Swimming in the ocean
Sun and salt and skin
A fire place build pillars
Of monumental glory
Fuckin broke bottles
Spiders crawling on your roof
Give me stones and boulders to sleep on
And don't whisper in your jersey accent
The fruit rolled by all day.
They prayed the cogs would creep;
They thought about Saturday pay,
And Sunday sleep.
Whatever he smelled was good:
The fruit and flesh smells mixed.
There beside him she stood,--
And he, perplexed;
He, in his shrunken britches,
Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,
Prickling with all the itches
Of sixteen-year-old lust.
My mouth waters taste buds tickle
When I see a jar of lemon pickle!
On the sunny roof the lemon pickle
It starts a child’s saliva’s trickle!
It still gives his conscience a prick
He played on the old man a trick!
For the old one was sunned on the roof
Jar of lemon pickle what a goof!
The glass jar stayed there all day
But the child just couldn’t stay away!
At midday when they all were asleep
Little feet climbed the stairs steep!
Made sure not an eye was watching
What joy did the sight of pickle bring!
The child such small was his need
He only had to open the jar’s lid!
Pick up one for nothing he could miss
One juicy sweet sour lemon piece!
In his mischief he did go that far
Each sucked piece he put back in the jar!
So that they would never find a trace
Not one piece of lemon would be less!
The poor old man he never knew
The child’s blended saliva in the brew!
The child sucked pickle had his fill
What the old man relished with his meal!
I know this story isn’t worth a nickel
Still I find irresistible the lemon pickle!
We bought a new dog, his name's Dill Pickle.
He runs and jumps around our house all day.
I know that in his mine he is fickle.
The crazy, little dog just wants to play.
He wants to play fetch every day and night,
But when I tell Dill Pickle to let go,
He pulls and tugs, putting up quite the fight,
Until I shout at him, "no, Dilly, no!"
Dill is a sweet and gentle dog as well,
Loving and loyal, my very best friend.
Looking on the outside you couldn't tell,
He will be by my side until the end.
Dear Dilly Pickle, you bring me much joy,
When you bring me back your favourite toy.
Thank The Peppered Pickle Clown
(Peppered Pickle Day)
This is a story you may not know
And it is banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown
He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star
Although his peppered pickle life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a cut up fans adore
At first it started slowly
No fans did call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same
As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was built just for him
And a peppered pickle day was born
All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
Peppered pickles they ran short
The peppered pickle clown, he knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
He made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars
So Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores
They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him around
The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around
So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more
Today is peppered pickle day
And will be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown
Carl J. Roberts